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Anonymous Sportaholic: Katrina

They tell you on the first day of residency orientation that, at multiple times during the year, you will question why you went into medicine.

My first moment came yesterday when I found out I had to stay in New Orleans and brace for perhaps THE WORST storm in the history of history.

Yay me.The precise moment came at around 11:30pm on Saturday night when I waved goodbye to my fiance and her family as they loaded up their van and drove away to Houston.

All at once I felt 1) alone, 2) helpless, 3) angry and 4) scared. I hadn’t felt like that…ever. And it was all because of the two letters after my name that, not three months ago, gave me so much pride and joy to finally attain.

Now I sit here and hope and pray that New Orleans doesn’t become a bowl of human soup within the next 24 hours. I hope I won’t be stuck in Charity Hospital long enough to wish I had packed more clean underwear. I hope that the people of New Orleans have a home to come back to.

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